Poetry competition CLOSED 10th August 2014 3:24pm
WINNER
KittyFromHell
KittyFromHell
RUNNER-UP:
jemac
Childhood Home
Anonymous
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I still live at home with my parents.
My Home
Big and blue
on a dead-end road.
My house lies
in the countryside.
Waking up to the birds chirping,
in a peaceful land
That's full of dreams.
Sometimes it gets too lonely.
I often wonder what it would've been like
to have lived elsewhere.
But now I realize,
I'm in a place where I can be left alone.
21 years loaded with memories,
My first word, my first step.
My first boyfriend, my first broken heart.
My home so where I belong,
I can't imagine growing up any where else.
My Home
Big and blue
on a dead-end road.
My house lies
in the countryside.
Waking up to the birds chirping,
in a peaceful land
That's full of dreams.
Sometimes it gets too lonely.
I often wonder what it would've been like
to have lived elsewhere.
But now I realize,
I'm in a place where I can be left alone.
21 years loaded with memories,
My first word, my first step.
My first boyfriend, my first broken heart.
My home so where I belong,
I can't imagine growing up any where else.
Anonymous
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I Don't Remember
the house that I was
born in,
I can't remember the
halls, or the rooms.
I can't even remember
the color of the walls.
vague, nearly gone.
only memories of
long hair, and endless fighting.
I will never go back
to the house,
I don't remember the name of the street.
the house that I was
born in,
I can't remember the
halls, or the rooms.
I can't even remember
the color of the walls.
vague, nearly gone.
only memories of
long hair, and endless fighting.
I will never go back
to the house,
I don't remember the name of the street.
Grandview Street
The very fondest of memories
come from the house on Grandview Street.
I lived there before I could remember
'till eventually, images remained to treasure.
This house was large and surrounded by space.
Open fields from any direction you'd face.
Two rows of apartments was all that was near.
My first best friend had once lived there.
My bedroom had it's own back door.
It opened to places I had yet to explore.
We had a big shed that was just like the house.
I remember the chicks always running around.
My dad was fit and happy back then
and I was an innocent child.
It'd be nice to see that house again
just to rewind for a while.
The very fondest of memories
come from the house on Grandview Street.
I lived there before I could remember
'till eventually, images remained to treasure.
This house was large and surrounded by space.
Open fields from any direction you'd face.
Two rows of apartments was all that was near.
My first best friend had once lived there.
My bedroom had it's own back door.
It opened to places I had yet to explore.
We had a big shed that was just like the house.
I remember the chicks always running around.
My dad was fit and happy back then
and I was an innocent child.
It'd be nice to see that house again
just to rewind for a while.
House of horror
For so many years my silence, I thought was protection
You had control from the beginning to the end of your days
Mother and son, grandmother and father
Together you created the house of horrors
Mom you allowed it, Edwin you inflected it
your years of lies upon lies was left unchallenged The truth was neglected and over time was ignored
sick sadistic sex between mother and son
became torture, never ending for the child I never was
it has taken most of my life to feel what I only knew as words
My closet, my hiding place, was closed and locked just a week ago, after all these years
The little girl will remain enclosed in the closet locked away for safe keeping
I am truly loved and cared about by the man who never gave up on me, my husband, David who I love with my whole heart.
I know now I will be alright, I have survived the pain and memories from the house of horror you died in......
Written by dungendona
For so many years my silence, I thought was protection
You had control from the beginning to the end of your days
Mother and son, grandmother and father
Together you created the house of horrors
Mom you allowed it, Edwin you inflected it
your years of lies upon lies was left unchallenged The truth was neglected and over time was ignored
sick sadistic sex between mother and son
became torture, never ending for the child I never was
it has taken most of my life to feel what I only knew as words
My closet, my hiding place, was closed and locked just a week ago, after all these years
The little girl will remain enclosed in the closet locked away for safe keeping
I am truly loved and cared about by the man who never gave up on me, my husband, David who I love with my whole heart.
I know now I will be alright, I have survived the pain and memories from the house of horror you died in......
Written by dungendona
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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House on the Hill
stilts made of round timber
hardwood planted on the ground
holding up the fat body
of the home that housed us
yellow sun in the morning
lighting up the wooden wall
sending soft lights into the room
gauzy through mosquito nets
birds twittering and chirping
as if welcoming the new day
while parents tapped rubber
on terraced hills
like a fat hog under the sun
my home seemed to slumber
until the evening breeze
blow and cool the occupants
we'd make a fire on outside pit
and toast our luscious tapioca
eating them with honey dip
gathered from the jungle bees
the house coloured by dancing lights
from the little bonfire
seemed more cheerful at night
as we danced and sang together
Now all archived in fading memories
parents have left for glory
only the nine siblings
remember the time of when
I was happy then.
stilts made of round timber
hardwood planted on the ground
holding up the fat body
of the home that housed us
yellow sun in the morning
lighting up the wooden wall
sending soft lights into the room
gauzy through mosquito nets
birds twittering and chirping
as if welcoming the new day
while parents tapped rubber
on terraced hills
like a fat hog under the sun
my home seemed to slumber
until the evening breeze
blow and cool the occupants
we'd make a fire on outside pit
and toast our luscious tapioca
eating them with honey dip
gathered from the jungle bees
the house coloured by dancing lights
from the little bonfire
seemed more cheerful at night
as we danced and sang together
Now all archived in fading memories
parents have left for glory
only the nine siblings
remember the time of when
I was happy then.
http://images.nymag.com/news/features/housingworks120910_5_560.jpg
dust storm in the canyons
inverted dungeons
flirt with clouds
whose sole purpose by all accounts
was to serve as catapults
for dusted angels.
when i wasn't dodging falling angels,
i was stepping over those who had crashed.
hop scotching over pools of ammonia and plasma
in search of a safe den.
i flick my tail and shake my coat
in the wake of the stench.
scarecrows marking asphalt rows bend and sway
in curious contortions in anticipation
of euphoric relief.
in their drunken nods they spy
my virgin veins with envy.
not yet having spilled blood in these canyons
i loop aimlessly as a scavenger.
camouflaged temptations beckon
and scar beyond my coated flesh.
swarms pollinate fields a sunset away
but flies feast on the remains of angels
and scarecrows
in this valley.
the effective butterfly.
i see the sand blowing
eyes are blinded
and turned.
stick out your tongue
is the hollow echo i hear
in this soporific tempest.
do i dare
dust storm in the canyons
inverted dungeons
flirt with clouds
whose sole purpose by all accounts
was to serve as catapults
for dusted angels.
when i wasn't dodging falling angels,
i was stepping over those who had crashed.
hop scotching over pools of ammonia and plasma
in search of a safe den.
i flick my tail and shake my coat
in the wake of the stench.
scarecrows marking asphalt rows bend and sway
in curious contortions in anticipation
of euphoric relief.
in their drunken nods they spy
my virgin veins with envy.
not yet having spilled blood in these canyons
i loop aimlessly as a scavenger.
camouflaged temptations beckon
and scar beyond my coated flesh.
swarms pollinate fields a sunset away
but flies feast on the remains of angels
and scarecrows
in this valley.
the effective butterfly.
i see the sand blowing
eyes are blinded
and turned.
stick out your tongue
is the hollow echo i hear
in this soporific tempest.
do i dare
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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On the corner of Chaos and Calm
stands a house that is slightly off white
built in twenty eight and still standing strong
proof positive that back in the day they built things right
Chaos included a bus stop on Olympic
high school students still congregate
stuffed magazines into the bushes
lord knows they were of a xxx-rate
The fence that could never be crafted
to keep Einstein type canines in
always alluded the animal control
Spot came back with the most foolish grin
The living room ceiling with the acoustic structure
graced by sounds when my brother played trombone
they guy that always sounded the coolest
would be featured in the group War playing saxophone
The biggest bedroom was not the master
which is why Lindsay had a bathroom while we did not
a bit pleased the day he went to college
for his room was then what I got
The room that we added in the attic
the builder didn't quite get what he had in mind
turns out when building inspectors can to examine years later
in terms of codes it was built out of the proper lines
As fate turns out my brother and I were able to keep it
there it sits rented out today
and I can stop by and visit periodically
thinking of the memories that won't fade away
stands a house that is slightly off white
built in twenty eight and still standing strong
proof positive that back in the day they built things right
Chaos included a bus stop on Olympic
high school students still congregate
stuffed magazines into the bushes
lord knows they were of a xxx-rate
The fence that could never be crafted
to keep Einstein type canines in
always alluded the animal control
Spot came back with the most foolish grin
The living room ceiling with the acoustic structure
graced by sounds when my brother played trombone
they guy that always sounded the coolest
would be featured in the group War playing saxophone
The biggest bedroom was not the master
which is why Lindsay had a bathroom while we did not
a bit pleased the day he went to college
for his room was then what I got
The room that we added in the attic
the builder didn't quite get what he had in mind
turns out when building inspectors can to examine years later
in terms of codes it was built out of the proper lines
As fate turns out my brother and I were able to keep it
there it sits rented out today
and I can stop by and visit periodically
thinking of the memories that won't fade away
Anonymous
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